I have very recently noticed something about myself. I binge-cook. Whenever I feel bad about something, or have a general bad vibes-y streak, I cook. It doesn't really matter what it is I cook. A few weeks back, it was a massive batch of chili. My massive, I mean about a pound of beef, plus all the other stuff (rice, beans, tomatoes and anything else I could find). I had no intention of eating it right then and there, I just wanted to cook. (My cousin ate it all ALL shortly after, and got a massive case of indigestion.) A few days ago, it was another batch of stuffed pork chops. The other night, hamburgers. They all turned out pretty great, especially if my cousins are to be believed. They are the ones who have the most to gain from my cooking, being in highschool and always hungry.
The thing is, I have been cooking so goddamn much. Plus, by the time I'm doen, I really have no desire to eat what I made because at that point, I will have tasted and tweaked and tasted so much that I'm more or less full. The food all goes away in the end because of the cousins, so that's good. I sometimes find myself wondering if this is what I should be doing with my life; cooking. Maybe when I'm old.
The thing is, I have been cooking so goddamn much. Plus, by the time I'm doen, I really have no desire to eat what I made because at that point, I will have tasted and tweaked and tasted so much that I'm more or less full. The food all goes away in the end because of the cousins, so that's good. I sometimes find myself wondering if this is what I should be doing with my life; cooking. Maybe when I'm old.
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